The CEO Above My Desk (Mckenzie Shinabery) novel Chapter 114

Chapter 114

Rowan

I pin Violet harder against the cold wall, my body pressing into hers like I own every inch of her.

The demon inside me snarls, breaking free after all this time chained up, and fuck, it feels good.

My mouth latches onto her neck, teeth grazing the soft skin before I bite down just enough to mark her, to make her feel

the possession. She gasps, her body arching involuntarily, and I hike her dress higher, bunching it up over her tits.

My hand slides down her thigh, rough calluses scraping her smooth skin as I push her legs apart with my knee. She’s

trembling under me, that mix of fear and fire in her eyes making my blood roar.

I don’t rush it, oh no, this is about owning her inch by inch, making her body betray every protest she’s ever thrown at me.

My fingers trace the edge of her panties, feeling the heat radiating from her core, and I hook them aside, exposing her to

the cool air.

“Look at you,” I murmur against her ear, my voice low and gravelly, laced with the demon’s hunger. “All this fight, but your

pussy’s already weeping for me. You can’t hide it from me, Violet. You’re mine now, every gasp, every shiver.”

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I plunge one finger inside her, slow and deliberate, testing how much she can handle.

Fuck, she’s so tight, her walls gripping me like a vice, hot and slick despite the tension in her muscles. She lets out a

choked whimper, her hips jerking forward on instinct, and I hold her steady with my other arm banded around her waist.

“Easy, baby,” I growl, nipping at her earlobe. “I’m not letting you run from this, Feel that? That’s me claiming what’s always

been mine. Breathe through it… let your body open up for me.”

I keep it slow, sliding that single finger in and out with agonizing patience, feeling every ridge and flutter inside her. Her

wetness coats my skin, making each thrust smoother, but she’s clenching so hard it takes effort to push deeper.

I curl it just right, brushing that sensitive spot that makes her thighs quake, and she bites her lip to stifle a moan. No, I

won’t have that.

“Don’t hold back,” I command, my free hand cupping her chin to force her eyes to mine. “I want to hear you. Every sound you make belongs to me. Tell me how it feels, Violet… tell me you’re soaking my finger because you need this as bad as I

do.”

Her breath hitches, cheeks flushing deep red as she squirms against the wall, but her pussy betrays her, pulsing around

“R-Rowan…” she stammers, voice breaking, and it’s the sweetest surrender.

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